Memoirmonth Stories

A story about meeting Stephen King - or his double? - on a plane while reading his novel, The Dark Half, about the narrator and... his double.

A collection of short stories and poems that I write for enjoyment. None are designed for publication, but I hope you enjoy them.

The story of my life in one place. Caution I'm a depressed fangirl.

Life is a sum of choices we make second by second. Depending on what we choose to do, we can rise and shine, or we can fall apart. And yet, enjoying the time, spent during each second, is more important than the moment we reach our final desired destination. While going forward year by year, Pheobe starts to understand that not everything in life can be as she wishes, and nobody can have it all. With this lesson learned, she will accept fate as it is, but continues pursuing her dream ignoring her heart. In the end, she has to take that ultimate decision of choosing between career and love. The time is up. No more stalling.

Abigail White is a small town girl from Oklahoma with a past that no one knows about but her and The Big Man Himself. Her mother was killed in a car crash, her father has gone from being a loving family man to an abusive drunkard, she has become outcasted by almost everyone at her school, and her best friend for her entire life is no longer in the picture. Well, they are, but they're not in the right picture. She doesn't know exactly what she did to deserve the life she has now, but accepts it as a punishment, believeing she is no longer wanted. Her heart has become barricaded, keeping everyone out of her past, and even the friends she has left don't know her entire story. Travis Benson has no idea who he is anymore. After getting rid of his best friend since diaper days because his parents split up for a while, he has completely changed his image. Trying to get rid of the pain, he becomes one of the school's biggest play boys. He stopped believeing in true love a long time ago, now believeing it's humanely impossible to experience. But, what'll happen during Abigail's junior year of high school? She's just trying to survive with the pieces of her heart left behind and find out what she did wrong. He's just trying to figure out who he is and find out what 'love' really means. What does God have in store for these two unlikely teens?

Laureen Kristine Hanson was a simple girl who had everything her heart desires. Her friends that are always there to support and help for her, her family that is always there to take care of her, and her first love and dearest friend, Jeffrey, that's always been there to cheer her up. But what if one day, someone suddenly came in and take away all that she had? Her friends, family,...EVERYTHING, even her first love. Will she still be able to find the courage, hope and strength to take back what was originally hers? What about her friends? Will they be able to support her throughout their lovely friend's suffering and torment? More importantly, will she and her love still have a "Happy Ever After"? Or is that happy ending doomed to only exists in fairytales and novels? Votes and comments are greatly appreciated!

This is a short story from the perspective of a young girl. It tells of the last day and moment that she saw her best friend. Read on to find out what happened to this young girl and her best friend.

I rode the elevated train in Chicago to my first job just west of the Loop. Waiting on the platform by the Merchandise Mart for the train home I saw her, a vision. After a number of sightings I worked up the nerve to talk to her, and ask her out in my bumbling way.

Excerpted from the longer work HyperLife, this vignette captures the essence of a time of life (and history) where everything seemed possible...

Social Anxiety Disorder (SAD) is often referred to as the 'illness of lost opportunities'. It's also a widely misunderstood condition that makes individuals fade away like extinguished stars. Read to follow my story. Note: Names of people and places have been changed to protect the identity of those involved.

Dating back in college was a horror for an overweight girl. Guys chose the skinny girls over the fuller-figured ones any day, and getting a date for an event became a nightmare. Never mind that I was on the Dean's List, never mind that I was the editor of my college newspaper or that I was a published poet, never mind that people complimented my taste in clothes or that I always had a smile on my face. Forget that I made sure I was always up-to-date on the news so that I could converse on just about any topic. None of that mattered on date night. The same young men who asked for my help in Composition and Rhetoric or Advanced Statistics didn't know I existed when they were looking for someone to ask out for Friday night. They gave me a casual "Hi" as they passed me by on campus or in town on a weekend evening. They were looking for a hot date and I didn't qualify. To make matters worse, my female friends were all thin girls. One girl in my dorm who was slender and gorgeous had allergies to many different foods, so she had very little choice in what she could eat. I started wishing I had allergies. This poor girl literally couldn't eat, and I envied her.

Funny thing is, I hate poetry. this is a collection of every poem I've ever written...

This is mainly just one story about a time when I was at school. I live with chronic headaches and often times, have really painful episodes that I do not know how to deal with. This is one of those times. I may add more stories at a later date.

HEY, YOU!! Yeah, you! Have you ever wanted to see "SMEE!!!" the musical? Be chased by a Hellhorse? Out-maths a P.E. teacher? Say "hello potato ice cream" in Welsh? Well, neither did I - but here's how it all happened anyway. #memoirmonth

Excerpted from the longer work HyperLife, this vignette accompanies the author to his first encounter with his first love, on a cold winter night at a college mixer.

So basically I've got a clutter of paper on my desk and decided to chuck it the trash. But then, as I looked through all the paper, I realised that they were all my old poems. So why not put it on Wattpad I asked myself? So thats what I did and I hope you enjoy. (And by the way, they're all completely random!)

''Free as a bird'', is a phrase I have always loved...watching them soar in the sky gives me a feeling of liberation which I have always wanted to achieve!